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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Skaos,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.