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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.