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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.