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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.