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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Can,
Smog,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.