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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.