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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Duran Duran,
Smog,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.