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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.