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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.