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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.