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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.