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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.