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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.