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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.