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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.