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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.