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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.