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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.