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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.