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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.