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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.