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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.