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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.