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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.