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 Syria 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
PIL,
the Slits,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.