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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.