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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.