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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.