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 Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.