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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.