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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.