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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.