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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.