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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.