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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.