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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.