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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.