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 Argentina 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.