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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.