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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.