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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
UT,
Ten City,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.