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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.