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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.