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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.