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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
X-102,
The Index,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.