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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.