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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.