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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.