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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.