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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Crime,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.