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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.