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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.