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 Honduras 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.