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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.