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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.