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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.