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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.