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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.