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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
MDC,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.