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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.