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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Pylon,
Rakim,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.