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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.