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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.