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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.