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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pagans,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.