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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.