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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.