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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.