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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.