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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.