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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.