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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.