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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.