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 Togo 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.