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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.