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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.