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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.