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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.