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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.