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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
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.