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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.