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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.