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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
MC5,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.