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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.