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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Index,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.