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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.