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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.