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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.