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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.