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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.