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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.