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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.