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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.