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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.