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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Darondo 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.