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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.