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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Sound,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.