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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.