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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.