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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.