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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.