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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.