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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
June Days,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.