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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.