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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.