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 Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Swans,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.