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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.