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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.