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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.