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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.