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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Can,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.