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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.