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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.