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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.