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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.