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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.