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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.