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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.