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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.