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 Peru 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.