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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Can,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.