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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.