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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.