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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.