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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.