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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.