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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.