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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.