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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.