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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Q65,
John Cale,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.