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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.