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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Rakim,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Television,
The Move,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.