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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.