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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.