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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chrome 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.