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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Monks,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.