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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.