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 Oman 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.