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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.