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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.