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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.