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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.