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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.