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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.