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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joey Negro 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Smog,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Deakin,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.