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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.