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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.