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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Rakim,
JFA,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.