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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.