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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.