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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Smog,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.