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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.