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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Japan to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.