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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.