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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.