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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.