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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Crime,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.