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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.