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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.