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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.