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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.