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 North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.