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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.