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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.