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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Busters,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.