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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.