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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Mars,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.