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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.