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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.