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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.