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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.