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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.