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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 Cameo to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
DNA,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.