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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.