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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.