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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.