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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Television,
John Cale,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.