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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
the Association,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.