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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.