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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.