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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Gories,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.