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 Czech Republic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Index,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.