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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.