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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.