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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.