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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.