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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.