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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.