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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Nas,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.