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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
AZ,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.