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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.