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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.