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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.