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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
cv313,
the Slits,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.