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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.