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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.