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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.