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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.