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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.