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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.