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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.