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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.