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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.