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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Urselle,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
X-101,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.