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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.