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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.