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 China and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.