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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Wire,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.