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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.