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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Move,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.