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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.