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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.