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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.