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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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 Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.