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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 K-Klass 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.