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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.