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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.