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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Index,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.