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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.