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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.