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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.