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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.