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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.