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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.