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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.