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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.