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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.