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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.