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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.