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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.