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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.