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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.