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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.