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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.