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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.