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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.