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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.