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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.