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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Kayak,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.