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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.