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 South Africa and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
UT,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.