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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.