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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.