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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.