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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.