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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.