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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.