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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.