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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.