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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.