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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.