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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.