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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Motorama,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.