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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.