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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.