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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.