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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.