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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.