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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.