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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.