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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.