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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.