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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.