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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.