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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Swans,
Can,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.