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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cure to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.