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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.