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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.