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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.