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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.