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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.