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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.