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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
June Days,
Television,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.