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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.