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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.