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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.