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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.