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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Television,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.