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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.