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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Nas,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.