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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.