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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.