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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.