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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
John Holt,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.