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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.