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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Gong,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.