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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.