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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.