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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Model 500,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.