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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.