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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.