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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Can,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.