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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.