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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.