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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.