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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.