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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.