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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.