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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Crime,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.