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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.