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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.