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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vogues 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
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