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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.