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 Austria and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.