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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.