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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.