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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Television,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
New Order,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.