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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.