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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.