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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.