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 Palau and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.