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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
UT,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.