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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Moebius,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.