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 Oman 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.