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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.