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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.