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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.