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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.