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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.