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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s 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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.