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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.