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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Move,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.