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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.