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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.