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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.