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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.