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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.