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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.