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 Colombia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.