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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.