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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
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.