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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.