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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Can,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.