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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.