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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.