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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.