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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.