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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.