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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.