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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.