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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.