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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.