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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.