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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.