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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.