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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.