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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.