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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.