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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.