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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.