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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.