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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.