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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.