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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.