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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.