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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.