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 Mongolia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.