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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.