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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Shoche,
Pole,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.