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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.