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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.