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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.