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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Nico,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.