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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.