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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.