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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.