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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.