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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.