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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.