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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.