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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.