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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Can,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.