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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.