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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.