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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
JFA,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.