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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.