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 United States and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.