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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.