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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.