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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.