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 Greece and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
MDC,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.