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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.