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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.