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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Technova,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.