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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.