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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 organ 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.