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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.