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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.