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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.