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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.