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 Niger 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.