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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
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.