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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.