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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.