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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.