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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Television,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Monolake,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.