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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.