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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.