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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.