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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.