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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.