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 India 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.