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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.