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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
ABC,
June Days,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.