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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Can,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.