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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.