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 Croatia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.