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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.