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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.