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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Can,
The Move,
Pylon,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.