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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.