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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Scion,
June of 44,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.