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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.