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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.