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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.