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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.