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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.