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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.