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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.