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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Wake,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.