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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.