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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Saints,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.