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 Honduras and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.