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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.