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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.