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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.