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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.