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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.