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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
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.