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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.