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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.