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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.