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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.