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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.