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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.