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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.