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 Colombia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.