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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.