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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.