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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
ABC,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.