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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.