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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.