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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.