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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.