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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.