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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.