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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.