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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.