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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Zapp,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.