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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.