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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.