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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.