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 Niger and from Houston.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.