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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.