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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.