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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.