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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lyres to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.