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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.