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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.