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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.