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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.