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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Mars,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.