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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
cv313,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.