Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Nico,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.