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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.