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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Gong,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.