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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.