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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.