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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Gong,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.