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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.