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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.