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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Brick,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.