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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.