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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.