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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.