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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.