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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.