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 France and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.