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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.