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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.