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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.