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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
X-101,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.