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 Mali 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Josef K,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.