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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.