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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.