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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.