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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.