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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.