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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.