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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Birthday Party 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Darondo,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.