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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.