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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.