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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.