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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Nico,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.