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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nico to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.