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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.