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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Nas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.