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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.