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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Index,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.