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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.