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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.