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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.