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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.