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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.