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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.