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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.