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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.