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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.