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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.