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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.