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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.