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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.